Geriatrics 101

 

T89+1&c and I was thinking to do an occasional blogging series called something like "Geriatrics: the ugly details" or "Geriatrics: a participant" or some such and such and thus and so. My recollection, in "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn," Mark Twain calls it something like "The Royal Nonsense."

Remember that episode, where the King and the Duke tricked the town where Huck and Jim stopped the raft with them on their journey downriver? "Royal Nonsense" was billed as adult fare for men only, and I vaguely remember the final night, when Huck said the theater smelled of rotten eggs and spoiled fruit & vegetables as the audience gathered. 

So IDK, maybe, "Geriatrics: X"

Linda already edited everything out of the first installment as "disgusting."

So, maybe not.

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Feeling strangely woozy this morning, but BP and heart rate are normal. Slept past 5:30, unusual for a Sunday morning in 7H, and the magic mug of hot & black is still working to catch me up now at 8:33 when we're about to leave for the Sunday school class in the library at HNEC. 

Final Sunday of Revelation.  

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Home after 10:30 church service. A superb martini, dirty, with two anchovy stuffed olives. Leftover from Thursday evening, an appetizer of onions, lemon, capers, shrimp marinated in lemon vinegar, perfect for the Sunday martini sacrifice to the gods of the Earth. Bag of Cape Cod kettle cooked original salt potato chips NO ARTIFICIAL. Dipping sauce: ranch dressing with extra mayonnaise.

Sunday dinner is in the oven: pecan crusted trout from The Fresh Marker. Good, we've had it before. 

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The final session on Revelation went fairly well, and I left my desk &c in case they ever invite me to lead another topic. Mark, with his distinctive agenda, is my favorite.

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And my Sunday climax: the High Priestly Nap.

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pic HMS Hawke, sunk by German submarine torpedo early in WW1. Found in surprisingly good condition, lying on her starboard side, bottom of the North Sea.